XIX.
—Yours, madam, were the privileges of life
Proper to man’s ideal; you were the mark
Of action, and the banner in the strife:
Yea, of your very weakness once you drew
The strength that sounds the wells, outflies the lark:
Wrapped in a robe of flame were you!
XX.
—Your friend looks thoughtful. Sir, when we were chill,
You clothed us warmly; all in honour! when